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I rock the four pound out the rooftop with the switch, I'm shootin' trim Yeah it's me (Thank you, Timmy boy) Yeah it's Skirlla, yeah it's me Rock the four pound out the rooftop with the switch, I'm shootin' trim I can't put dick in a fan bitch, yeah, I'm cool, I'm really him I'm a zombie walkin', haven't licked [?], I ain't one of them I mix Codeine with the Prometh' with the Codone, keep it simp' Keep it goin' Brought my pistol to the church, lord knows I’m G I been pushin' P, I feel like I'm a P-I-M-M-P Turned a Airbnb into a trap house, keep on DND Plug just hit me with a brick like Crabby Da-Day for the free (For the free) Maybach seats massage my ass, I'm in the back like Rosa Parks Mun-yun get ya' done-yun and this'll get you screwed, the fuck you thought? In thе projects with a glizzy, the feds did a sweep, I'm still gon' comе Money, murder, violence, that's all a nigga know, I'm 'bout to slump Pill after pill is in my liver, I ain't fuckin' with my lung Two opp's in a month, ol' dude and ol' dude, we smokin' runtz Yeah, my fuckin' dog, I'm judgin' niggas by how they act and walk Nigga took it far, so we went took it far, I'on wanna talk Diamonds VS1's, bitch I can grab my nuts and say I'm him I done pulled up back to back suburban trucks, I pulled up trim I'm in NYC, got B-P-P-I, bulletproofed the 'rango Letras de cancionesTy Stephano, Monte Carlo Goyard piece bag, dirty Faygo [?] tried to drill 'em, he keep sayin' he ain't drill sum in a minute For the fuckin' biggest, I spent the money in my trenches, nigga fuck a Richard And who richer? I know a rapper who be out here rattin', I'on feel 'em Out the trenches, I be with all the killers, I be with the drillers (Yeah) In Miami with ten mil' bookin', how you clubbin' and owe me money? Want me dead but ain't do me nun' I heard what dude said, it's fuck 'em Yeah, I walked down, caught the B, but what the fuck, why would I tell? Once you rip dope out the plastic, tell it's good just off the smell Got that dog shit in a nigga, Louie V' down like Pharrell Barbie bitch, Cardi to T, type shit, I drip Drac' down Chanel Pull up Maybachs, yeah I leave bounce in the paint, can't even hold I just spent my rapper bands on Percocets, and lot of poles (Astaghfirullah) From Letras Mania